Theodore arrived in his dorm and slammed the door shot behind him. With quick strides, he walks into the bathroom and takes out the first aid kit, his blood still pumping after the fight.

He got into a fight with a Gryffindor student, one that he particularly hates, after a hateful comment. It left Theodore with bruises, a bloody face, and busted knuckles, but the Gryffindor didn’t look better.

As he struggles to open the first aid kit, his last bit of patience snaps, and Theodore’s fist meets the bathroom mirror. He looks at himself through the broken glass, his expression exhausted, and he can feel the pain as the adrenaline leaves his body.

After a moment, he takes his phone and texts you, having decided that he needs you. “I need your help, come to my dorm.”